Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.